tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49934676354330425382017-09-14T02:09:01.599-07:00Botched Surgery"I would like to bring to people something like happiness. I would like to discover a method so that if I want it to rain, it will start right away to rain. If one of my friends is ill, I'd like to play a certain song and he will be cured; when he'd be broke, I'd bring out a different song and immediately he'd receive all the money he needed." -Saint John ColtraneBotched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-40486473872368389942010-11-21T09:39:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:31:19.425-08:00MC Storm and DJs Code II- Girlfriends (1988)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SDMzI5YcR0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/M_Sid9Sh3T0/s1600-h/MC_Storm_and_DJs_Code_II-Girlfriends.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SDMzI5YcR0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/M_Sid9Sh3T0/s320/MC_Storm_and_DJs_Code_II-Girlfriends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202558222478362434" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;">"It's RAW (it's raw <span style="font-size:100%;">it's raw</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> it's raw</span> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">it's raw </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">it's raw</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> it's raw)."<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;">-MC Storm</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"></span></span></div></div><br /><br />Now generally I like to bring you the finest in out-of-print recordings....and though the nature of the beast is sometimes prickly and scratchy, I take fairly painstaking care to make the music as enjoyable to listen to as possible. Who likes to nod into a groove only to be rudely jerked out of it by an earsplitting crack? Nobody. Today's offering, therefore, is presented as more historical in interest than musical.<br /><br />The cause of this is an incredibly low-quality pressing from a local label here in Rochester, New York. How low-quality? So low-quality that tiny pieces of the vinyl (if it is in fact vinyl) actually scrape off of the record as you play it and adhere to the needle, fucking up the sound as the track progresses. No my needle isn't too heavy, and neither is it black-colored dirt that was not adequately cleaned out of the grooves. This thing was pressed on a graham cracker, and it sounds like it.<br /><br />That being said, I like to represent Rochester whenever possible, and it's not possible that often. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SBtu3AOAMXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BVVccAWtND4/s1600-h/garbage_plate.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SBtu3AOAMXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BVVccAWtND4/s200/garbage_plate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195868486332592498" /></a>If you've visited you know why. Like many Great Lakes cities its days of glory as the "Young Lion of the West" are long past. In addition, it's the most polluted city in New York State, not generally thought of as the least polluted state in the Union. The local contribution to the world of fine dining is the garbage plate. The local accent is generally described as nasal. Bumper stickers read "Rochester: It's an acquired taste." Like an open 40 of malt liquor finely aged in a car left in the sun.<br /><br />Nonetheless, we've got some things going for us. There is a long, long history of radical politics. There is a world-class <a href="http://dryden.eastmanhouse.org/">art-house movie theater</a>, and not least of all, several great record stores + richer days behind us = superb digging opportunities.<br /><br />It is from this environment that I bring you MC Storm and DJs Code II, a hardcore crew bringing it heavy, raw and rough in '88. James Brown cut up in spurts and chirps. Echo tape delay deployed like it was discovered yesterday and that using it as much as possible is the sole requirement for getting into heaven tomorrow. If you only know the Fresh Prince or N.W.A. from this era there's a whole world of strangeness waiting for you below the veneer of commercially successful music. Weird stuff by people with emotions deeper than their talent, experimenting in their basements and garages, having fun and expressing themselves in ways unintelligible and upsetting to their neighbors. Like all eras of music. Dirty, deteriorating, absurd, angry, and sometimes startling, this record doesn't give a fuck. It's everything I like about my hometown.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/112063600/MC_Storm_and_DJs_Code_II-Girlfriends.rar.html">It's raw.</a>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-17086500995208189722010-10-15T18:36:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:14:56.954-08:00Blind Blake- A Second Album Of Bahamian Songs (1952)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STyJDn8krlI/AAAAAAAAAME/K1t6BKNwD-g/s1600-h/Blind_Blake.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STyJDn8krlI/AAAAAAAAAME/K1t6BKNwD-g/s320/Blind_Blake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277243558727036498" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); text-align: center;">In eighteen-hundred and ninety one, before I'd work I'd rather be hung<br />In eighteen-hundred and ninety two, I bought a sharp axe and cut working too<br />In eighteen-hundred and ninety three, somebody had a job was looking for me<br />In eighteen-hundred and ninety four, I swear by God she wouldn't work no more<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STyhj-pe1II/AAAAAAAAAMM/4pJDFrn6ii0/s1600-h/Blind_Blake_Postcard.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STyhj-pe1II/AAAAAAAAAMM/4pJDFrn6ii0/s200/Blind_Blake_Postcard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277270502855857282" border="0" /></a><br />Couldn't do it boy<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You shall be free</span><br />I'm too lazy boy<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You shall be free</span><br />When the Good Lord sets you free<br /></div><br />Not to be confused with the American blues guitar virtuoso, Blake Alphonso Higgs of Nassau, Bahamas, was an early folk calypso artist who enjoyed some commercial success selling those LPs to cruise passengers put out by tourist board type organizations that show up in the racks with some frequency. Indeed, Blake may have been the main reason for the launching of <a href="http://www.wirz.de/music/blakbfrm.htm">ART</a> (American Recording and Transcription) Records, a label based out of a Miami hotel, as the first three records in their discography feature Mr. Blake and his Royal Victoria Hotel "Calypsonians."<br /><br />Featuring all the hallmarks of great calypso- a dancing beat, bawdy wordplay, jokes about booze, excellent musicianship (tight and loose), this album also has something more. Blake has a charisma that still works- the jokes are still funny and the sadness is still sad. It also features an early version of Sloop John B. There are about 3 skips on the album, but I've edited them out so they only make for minimal unpleasantness on the playback. <span style="font-style: italic;">Please</span> email me if you have any of his other stuff- the 78s or the other version of "Conch Ain't Got No Bone" on King...I would love to hear it.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/170929867/Blind_Blake-A_Second_Album_of_Bahamian_Songs.rar">Hoist up the John Botched Surgery</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">A Second Album of </span><span style="">BAHAMIAN SONGS</span> BY <span style="font-style: italic;">"Blind Blake"</span> AND THE <span style="font-style: italic;">Royal Victoria Hotel "Calypso" Orchestra</span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Blake (center), and his boys, strum their tunes in the dreamy, near-tropical atmosphere of their native Bahamas. From time to time, they are joined by a pair of drums, cleaver (or "catacoo"), "Music" (a dog), and a pair of itinerant maracas. The result is a blend of folk-song, calypso, and "early" jazz that, combined with a really amazing repertoire of local ballads (if Blake doesn't know it, he'll invent it) has kept the coins jingling in their hats for over twenty years now. Blake's popular first album of records (also on LP) included "J.P. Morgan," "Jones (Oh Jones," "Yes, Yes, Yes," "Pretty Boy," "Run Come See," "Love, Love Alone," "Lord Got Tomatoes," "Pigeon," "Watermelon Spoilin' on the Vine," and "Never Interfere With Man and Wife", and eleven more selections are hereby added to the list. We have included several which, though not Bahamian in origin, have been around Nassau long enough to have acquired a definite Bahamian accent. While our "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Gin and Coconut Water</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" varies but little from the standard Caribbean version, the three tunes in the "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >West Indian Melody</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" are heavily embroidered with local references, most of them from the old "bootlegging" days. "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >My Freckle-Faced Consumptive Sara Jane</span><span style="font-size:85%;">," and "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >1891</span><span style="font-size:85%;">", longtime local favorites, are often recognized as versions of old American folk tunes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STyh4O47KRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZL-zzdS7QQ4/s1600-h/Blind_Blake_Verso.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STyh4O47KRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZL-zzdS7QQ4/s320/Blind_Blake_Verso.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277270850812979474" border="0" /></a><br />But thoroughly Bahamian is "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Peas and Rice</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" ("Mama don' Wants no Peas, no Rice, no Coconut Oil...") sometimes referred to as the "Bahamian National Anthem," and sure to be familiar to all but the deafest cruise passenger who has spent a day in Nassau. The tune originated here during the first World War, when the scarcity of imported cooking fats forced the substitution of local coconut oil as a culinary medium- to the increasing disgust of its users. By stinting himself on verses (of which there are "several"), Blake has included on the same record another favourite of those guitar-slung, straw-hatted troubadours who peddle their musical wares from Bay Street to Grant's Town and back again. As surely as Mr. and Mrs. Cruise Passenger are greeted at the dock by "Peas and Rice and Coconut Oil"- they climb wearily aboard the tender, that night, clutching their straw bags and their perfume, their two gallons of duty-free liquor, and their heads, to the insistent and now familiar refrain of "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Little Nassau</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, little Nassau- you'll have a won-der-ful time in Nassau-u-u!" It's a real tourist tune, with its obvious origin during the days of "Prohibition", when the tourist trade was still in its barefooted infancy, and Nassau had something more important than sunshine, palm trees, and eternal June, to offer its thirsty American visitors.<br /><br />One of the oldest and best-loved Bahamian songs is the tragi-comic ballad "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >The John B. Sail</span><span style="font-size:85%;">". The "John B." was an old sponger boat whose crew were in the habit of getting notoriously merry, whenever they made port. A popular version of this song has recently become well-known in the U.S., under the title "The Wreck of the John B."...."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >A Conch Ain't Got Not Bone</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" drifted into Nassau town, with Blake on an Out-Island sloop, about 20 years back. We hope its references to "mosquito" and "sandfly," some of our less ingratiating local characters, will not offend the Development Board. We hasten to add that the song refers to tame ones, who will not bite! As for "Conch," that talented univalve whose exotic shell adorned Grandma's what-not, makes cameos, buttons- "he" is delicious- stewed, fried, in fritters, chowder, or "en casserole"- no bones either.<br /></span><br /></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-32537784654399994492010-10-10T11:04:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:15:45.320-08:00Pannalal Ghosh- Raag Yaman / Raag Shri (1960)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STgwFALM5gI/AAAAAAAAAL8/enMhkOR2kR8/s1600-h/Pannalal_Ghosh.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STgwFALM5gI/AAAAAAAAAL8/enMhkOR2kR8/s320/Pannalal_Ghosh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276019825968997890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">"Dr. Raghava Menon narrates a very touching anecdote about Ustad Bade Ghulam Ali Khan sahib. He fondly remembers that when he once met the Ustad just before his death ; the Ustad had told him “Now my life is reaching towards Yaman." The Ustad intuitively realised that the dusk of his life was near and hence drew this beautiful analogy between his life and Raag Yaman, a raag to be sung after twilight hours."<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.geocities.com/soho/suite/4564/">-Site devoted to this raga;</a> the first students are taught and "King of Ragas"</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><br /><b>shri: </b>(Sanskrit) "Auspicious. Holy. Beauty."<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-Sanskrit Hinduism Dictionary</span><br /></div></div><br />Pannalal Ghosh's excellent evening flute ragas were the second release (after an Ali Akbar Khan and Ravi Shankar duet) on the <a href="http://discog.piezoelektric.org/hmvindia/index.php?prefix=EALP/EASD">Gramophone Company of India</a> label and the first distributed in the U.S. via His Master's Voice.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/170896341/Pannala_Ghosh-Raag_Yaman_Raag_Shri.rar">Peace</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PANNALAL GHOSH</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">INTRODUCTION</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Indian music is built on Ragas which are melodic forms and are based on (i) Parent Scales 72 in number and (ii) ascending and descending modal scales known as Arohana and Avarohana respectively. Each Raga has its own character, colour and mood which go to build up an atmosphere appropriate to the time of day or night, season or occasion. It is a matter of common experience that a melody sung or played out of its scheduled time invariably fails to achieve this object.<br /><br />An Octave in the Indian scale has besides the principle seven notes five semitones which are either flat (Komal) or sharp (Teevra). The seven notes are known as Sa, Re, Ga, Ma, Pa, Dha, Ni. Of these, Sa and Pa, that is the Tonic and the Dominant notes, are immovable whereas the remaining five are variable.<br /><br />Indian music is predominantly melodic in character and although harmony in its simplest form may be present, it is inherent rather than deliberate. For the better and finer enjoyment of Indian music Western audiences will do well to keep all though of harmony and counterpoint out of their minds and relax in the rich melody and rhythm as well as the exquisitely subtle inflections through which the atmosphere of a Raga is built up.<br /><br />Indian classical music is not preconceived or pre-written. Within the framework of the rules governing the Raga and the limitations on use of particular notes either in ascent or descent, an artiste has complete freedom for the play of his imagination and his skill. It is this capacity to improvise and create new patterns at every step that determines the stature of the artiste.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">ARTISTE</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />The magic flute of this celebrated artiste was silenced forever as a result of his untimely death in New Delhi recently. And Indian classical music suffered an irreparable loss as Pannalal Ghosh was one of its finest exponents.<br /><br />Born on 31st July 1911 in the Barisal District of the former East Bengal, now East Pakistan, he evinced keen interest in music even as a child. Curiously enough it was the humble bamboo flute, which not so long ago was considered worthy only of folk music in India, that took his fancy. In his youth he developed a passion for this simple instrument and his most significant achievement in the realm of music lies in the fact that he more than any one else raised the flute to the status of a full-fledged concert instrument.<br /><br />There is hardly anything in classical music that Pannalal Ghosh was not able to interpret on the flute and his performances were highlighted by the superb technique of Pure Exposition of the Ragas coupled with the soft, mellow, and soothing tone of his instrument which he specially designed. It is an outsize flute about 32" long and the seven holes on it are so wide apart that no ordinary flute player can play on it with ease and proficiency that this gifted Flutist exhibited in his playing whilst weaving intricate patterns in the course of elaboration of a Raga.<br /><br />At the time of his demise Pannalal Ghosh was conductor of the National Orchestra of All India Radio at New Delhi in which capacity he distinguished himself with his highly imaginative and delightful compositions based on classical Ragas. Before that for a number of years he was composing music for the films in Bombay, some of which were big musical hits of their time. The changing trends in film music did not however suit his temperament and genius, which were more to the classical side, and he started concentrating more and more on his instrument appearing in concerts and music festivals all over the country before he got his last assignment with All India Radio.<br /><br />FIRST SIDE - RAAG "YAMAN"<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This is a most popular Raga having all the 7 notes both in Ascent (Arohana) and Descent (Avarohana). The usual practice is to expound this Raga in the evening or early part of the night. It creates a very quiet and subdued atmosphere and is very serene in character. The slow moving flow of the exposition unfolding the ever surpassing beauty of the melody in the process of elaboration speaks volumes for the imagination and skill of the artiste. The first part is confined to a Tal (Rhythm) known as "Zoomra". This consists of 14 equal beats divided into two equal parts of 7 each. This is followed by a melody in the same Raga but in a faster tempo and is confined to the Tal (Teental) consisting of 16 beats divided into four groups.</span><br /><br />SECOND SIDE - RAAG "SHRI"<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This Raga too is an evening melody. Its mood and character are serious and dignified and it is very difficult to expound. As the notes permissible in this Raga are also permissible in some other Ragas, the skill of the artiste lies in weaving such note-combinations alone as would distinguish it from other similar Ragas. The artiste after a short "Alap" or introduction in the beginning plays a melody in Tal Talwada consisting of 16 equal beats (Matras) and gradually develops the mood of the Raga by the combination of the notes peculiar to it. Later he switches over to faster melody in Teen Tal which consists of 16 equal beats divided into four equal groups.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The freedom and ease with which the artiste moves throughout a range of over three octaves in both these expositions provide an experience to the listener as rich as it is rare.</div><br /></span><br /></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-56611738607991923092010-08-27T16:49:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:32:01.598-08:00Jimmy Smith- Black Smith (1974)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R50mqdM0H6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/8vF6jucq5Jk/s1600-h/Jimmy_Smith-Black_Smith.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R50mqdM0H6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/8vF6jucq5Jk/s320/Jimmy_Smith-Black_Smith.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160323258871193506" /></a><br /><br />Greetings all. Today brings with it another album loathed by genre purists: Jimmy Smith's excellent "Black Smith," which, despite my label, is very little like a jazz record at all. Released in 1974 by MGM's music subsidiary, Pride Records, "Black Smith" is a heavily-produced funk/soul excursion built on surf-rock, R&B, funk, pop and soundtrack covers, with a very tasty version of Bach's "Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring" thrown in for good measure. Jimmy sings on two tracks (which is either good news or bad news, depending on your tastes), though, with the exception of female background singers, the album, like most of Smith's work, is mostly instrumental.<br /><br />The track selection here reflects the taste of producer Michael Viner, the founder and mastermind behind the Incredible Bongo Band, forever immortalized by their cover of <a href="http://soul-sides.com/2005/04/all-roads-lead-to-apache.html">"Apache"</a>, the mothertrack to countless hip hop standards and the song you hear in your head when you picture someone breakdancing. Hope you like it, and sorry I had to break it into 2 pieces for download. Enjoy!<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/87687270/A.Jimmy_Smith-Black_Smith.rar.html">Side A</a><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/87691280/B.Jimmy_Smith-Black_Smith.rar.html"><br />Side B</a><br /><br />P.S. The cover is the artwork of the bassist Klaus Voorman, who also did the spidery drawing/collage cover of the Beatles' "Revolver."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================</span><br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Side A</span><br />1. <span style="font-weight:bold;">HANG 'EM HIGH</span> <br />(By Dominique Frontiere. Time 6:17)<br />2. <span style="font-weight:bold;">I'M GONNA LOVE YOU JUST A LITTLE MORE BABE</span> <br />(By Barry White. Time 4:31)<br />3. <span style="font-weight:bold;">JOY</span> <br />(By Johann Sebastian Bach. Time 3:30)<br />4. <span style="font-weight:bold;">OOH POO PAH DOO</span> <br />(By Jessie Hill. Time 3:11)<br />5. <span style="font-weight:bold;">WHY CAN'T WE LIVE TOGETHER</span> <br />(By Timmy Thomas. Time 5:26)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Side B</span><br />1. <span style="font-weight:bold;">GROOVIN'</span> <br />(By Felix Cavaliere & Eddie Brigati. Time 3:03)<br />2. <span style="font-weight:bold;">PIPELINE</span> <br />(By Bob Spickard & Brian Carman. Time 7:58)<br />3. <span style="font-weight:bold;">WILDFLOWER</span> <br />(By David Richardson & Doug Edwards. Time 6:05)<br />4. <span style="font-weight:bold;">SOMETHING YOU GOT</span> <br />(By Chris Kenner. Time 4:00)<br /><br />Cover art: Klaus Voorman<br />PRODUCED BY MICHAEL VINER & JERRY PETERSBotched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-36708124927828887892010-06-06T08:25:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:37:54.231-08:00Nighthawk Records Series!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7HIjIoBVCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MorhTl5GVnw/s1600-h/Nighthawk_Label.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7HIjIoBVCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MorhTl5GVnw/s320/Nighthawk_Label.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166130753506989090" border="0" /></a><br />Hello all. Over the next half dozen posts we'll be looking at the bulk of Nighthawk Records' blues discography from the early 1980s. Nighthawk, like Arhoolie and Delmark, was a U.S. based label dedicated to reissuing rare early blues records. Located in St. Louis, they had an interesting focus on Northern urban blues recorded by first or second generation transplants from the rural South. For this reason there's a wonderful mishmash of acoustic and electric guitars, drums, upright basses, washboards, saxophones and generally a lot of great music where roots, blues, R&amp;B, jazz, boogie-woogie and early rock collide. I'll let the liner notes speak for individual releases, but none of these are less than great.<br /><br />Also, check out their <a href="http://www.nghthwk.com/">website</a> and order some stuff from them- they're now a roots reggae label representing some great 70s acts, and attempting an online discography/database of all Jamaican roots records from 1960-1985, <a href="http://www.nghthwk.com/rkr/">Roots Knotty Roots</a>. Tuff work indeed!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">SEE BELOW!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7H6kIoBVEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9-FVNevAo30/s1600-h/Nighthawk.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7H6kIoBVEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9-FVNevAo30/s200/Nighthawk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166185746268247106" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-49733812229759005392010-06-02T08:16:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:37:11.692-08:00Nighthawk 101 / Windy City Blues: The Transition 1935 to 1953<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7HbmYoBVDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IFAGnOWB1O8/s1600-h/Nighthawk_101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7HbmYoBVDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IFAGnOWB1O8/s320/Nighthawk_101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166151700062491698" /></a><br /><br /><a href=" http://rapidshare.com/files/91257603/A.101.Windy_City_Blues-The_Transition-1935-1953.rar.html">Side A</a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/91263348/B.101.Windy_City_Blues-The_Transition-1935-1953.rar.html">Side B</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================</span><br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">SIDE ONE</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Pinetop</span> Every Day I Have The Blues (1935)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">State Street Boys</span> Sweet To Mama (1935)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Washboard Sam</span> Easy Ridin' Mama (1937)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Robert Lee McCoy</span> Prowlin' Nighthawk (1937)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sonny Boy Williamson</span> Sunnyland (1938)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sonny Boy Williamson</span> My Little Cornelius (1938)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Robert Lockwood</span> Black Spider Blues (1941)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Robert Lockwood</span> I'm Gonna Train My Baby (1941) <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">SIDE TWO</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Guitar Pete Franklin</span> Down Behind The Rise (1945)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Guitar Pete Franklin</span> Casey Brown Blues (1947)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tampa Red</span> Green And Lucky Blues (1951)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Robert Lockwood</span> Gonna Dig Myself A Hole (1951)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Robert Lockwood</span> Dust My Broom (1951)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tony Hollins</span> Fishin' Blues (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tony Hollins</span> Wino Woman (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Johnny Shines</span> Please Don't (1953)<br /><span style="font-size:75%;"><br />This first issue of Nighthawk Records documents primarily the transitional work of Southern born bluesmen who immigrated to Chicago before the Second World War, but whose careers endured into the postwar era. The lure of the major studios and the easy availability of club work on the growing South Side made the Windy City the natural destination of talented blues musicians and the local blues scene was firmly established by the late twenties when the vanguard included Tampa Red, Big Bill, and Georgia Tom. The thirties brought Sonny Boy Williamson, Robert Nighthawk, Washboard Sam and Memphis Minnie while the forties produced Robert Lockwood, Johnny Shines and Muddy Waters.<br /><br />The enduring standard, "Everyday I Have The Blues" made its initial appearance in duet context pairing pianist Aaron "Pinetop" Sparks with guitarist Henry Townsend. Both men shared a St. Louis background but traveled frequently to Chicago to make records. Townsend's guitar work with pianists, Walter Davis, Roosevelt Sykes and Pinetop rivals the best work of Scrapper Blackwell and Leroy Carr for excitement and rhythmic tension.<br /><br />The State Street Boys is, by any standard, certainly an all star group featuring Big Bill Broonzy in the company of Jazz Gillum, Carl Martin and Black Bob. Bill's smooth vocal is framed by Gillum and Martin's respective harmonica and violin solos which recall the jug band sounds of Memphis in a more sophisticated and urban setting. However, while retaining a prewar feel, the ensemble approach on "Sweet To Mama" contains, with the exception of drums, all the elements identified with Chicago blues of the fifties. Broonzy's generosity to newcomers is well known, but none benefited so much as Washboard Sam whom Broonzy claimed as his half brother. Broonzy wrote virtually all of Sam's material and participated regularly on his many recording dates including the session that produced "Easy Ridin' Mama," a tune that Broonzy first waxed in 1930. Sam's deep voice on this swinging rendition of the hokum favorite is ideally complimented by the clarinet artistry of the underrated Arnett Nelson supported by Black Bob's piano, Bill's guitar, and Sam's own washboard.<br /><br />The May 5, 1937 session that produced "Prowlin' Nighthawk" and introduced Sonny Boy Williamson and Robert Nighthawk to the public ranks with the most important in blues history. Big Joe Williams rounded out the trio and the sixteen resulting titles greatly influenced the postwar trend toward harmonica/guitar duets and trios. The success of "Prowlin' Nighthawk" even prompted Robert Lee McCoy to drop his surname in favor of the more roguish Nighthawk and to adopt the tune as his early signature piece. Sonny Boy Williamson's unique harmonica and vocal style revealed that day, created quite a sensation and he was soon a regular session man appearing on literally hundreds of records. Another early Sonny Boy session gave us "Sunnyland" and "My Little Cornelius," this time with his old Tennessee associates, Yank Rachell on mandolin and Joe Williams (not Big Joe) on guitar. Rachell's first Chicago recordings were done during this session and the group reformed a few months later to record again with vocals by all three. "Sunnyland" is a classic example of Sonny Boy's early style, but "Cornelius" betrays a debt to the recordings of Sleepy John Estes, whose vocal phrasing he often emulated.<br /><br />Robert Lockwood, the stepson of Mississippi blues giant Robert Johnson, is represented here by both prewar and postwar performances. "Black Spider" and "Gonna Train My Baby" are his first recordings done three years after Johnson's death, but are instrumentally faithful to his mentor's work. "Black Spider" was learned directly from Johnson who never recorded the theme himself, but inspired versions by Lockwood, Muddy Waters, and Johnny Shines. Lockwood says he only began to develop his own ideas as a guitarist after Johnson's death and the 1951 duets with pianist Sunnyland Slim show considerable expansion. "Dust My Broom" is a very rushed version of the Johnson standard with few surprises, but the cold war regular, "Gonna Dig Myself A Hole" contains sparse exciting guitar work. Though seldom featured as a vocalist, Lockwood was perhaps the most recorded guitarist of the fifties Chicago scene and appeared on countless sides by Sonny Boy No. 2, Little Walter, Sunnyland Slim and others.<br /><br />Indianapolis based Guitar Pete Franklin only made a few trips to the Windy City and his presence on this collection is primarily due to the Chicago location of the session rather than the content of the performances. Franklin ran with Scrapper Blackwell for decades, but his guitar style represented here in duet with an unknown pianist, is not derivative but is certainly of the same school. The included titles represent Pete's total output as a "race" vocalist, however he subsequently played on a John Brim session for JOB before being rediscovered in the early sixties and recording one long out of print album.<br /><br />"Green And Lucky" was recorded late in Tampa Red's prolific career but finds him at the top of his form playing slide guitar more loudly than usual, perhaps to compete with the huge success of Robert Nighthawk's adaptations of his style. The fine pianist is Little Johnny Jones who recorded regularly for Tampa, sometimes sharing the vocal chores. Jones also made sides under his own name an appeared on records by Muddy Waters and Elmore James. Tampa's career spanned twenty-five years as "The Guitar Wizard" and his sensitive bottleneck playing deeply influenced virtually all of Chicago's best slide technicians.<br /><br />Tony Hollins is a very obscure figure sometimes credited with the authorship of "Crawlin' Kingsnake" which he recorded in 1941 and again in '52, but Big Joe Williams was first on record with the number some three months earlier. "Wino Woman" and "Fishin' Blues" are from a 1952 session (his last) which is omitted from the standard discography, but which produced four titles with Sunnyland Slim on piano, Hollins on second guitar, and an unknown yet spectacular acoustic guitarist capoed high on the fretboard and executing his runs with a flatpick.<br /><br />Johnny Shines' "Please Don't" finds him in an unusual band setting with J.T. Brown on saxophone and Sunnyland Slim on piano. Though little is made of it, Shines does admit a vocal debt to Washboard Sam and a comparison of their titles on this album reflects the influence. Shines, of course, is best known for his down home material, but he fares well on this jump blues.<br /><br />-Leroy Pierson<br /><br /></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-51232074403067807892010-06-01T17:42:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:38:07.985-08:00Nighthawk 102 / Chicago Slickers 1948 to 1953<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7JLX4oBVFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t7Rh3I96Yws/s1600-h/Nighthawk_102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7JLX4oBVFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t7Rh3I96Yws/s320/Nighthawk_102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166274596256699474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Once I had a woman, who treat me nice and kind. But these Chicago slickers made my baby change her mind."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Guitar Pete Franklin-</span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/91665706/A.102.Chicago_Slickers-1948-1953.rar"><br />Side A</a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/92100569/B.102.Chicago_Slickers-1948-1953.rar.html">Side B</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SIDE ONE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Walter</span> I Want My Baby (1948)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floyd Jones</span> School Days (1948)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floyd Jones</span> Hard Times (1948)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Forest City Joe</span> A Woman On Every Street (1948)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Walter</span> Just Keep Lovin' Her (1950)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">John Brim</span> Dark Clouds (1951)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">John Brim</span> Lonesome Man Blues (1951)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Earl Hooker</span> Sweet Angel (1952)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SIDE TWO</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Johnny Shines</span> Ramblin' (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Johnny Shines</span> Cool Driver (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Homesick James</span> Lonesome Ole Train (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Homesick James</span> Farmer's Blues (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Delta Joe</span> Train Time (1953)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Big Boy Spires</span> About To Lose My Mind (1953)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floyd Jones</span> Early Morning (1953)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Robert Nighthawk</span> Maggie Campbell (1953)<br /><span style="font-size:75%;"><br />This issue of Nighthawk Records presents sixteen classic recordings from Chicago's heyday as a blues center. The rapid local proliferation of small independent labels during the postwar years and the shoe-string economics practiced by their owners, fostered a fierce competitiveness more than matched in the musical community. Unfortunately, the failure of such small labels as Parkway, Tempotone and Random often obscured in extreme rarity even the most inspired performances by such regional heavyweights as Little Walter, Floyd Jones, John Brim and Johnny Shines. The resurrection of these important recordings will be cause for celebration in blues circles.<br /><br />"I Want My Baby," the first studio collaboration of Little Walter and Muddy Waters, was waxed at a 1948 session secured by keyboard man Sunnyland Slim. This uptempo blues features trio vocals on the chorus with Walter in the lead role throughout and blowing acoustic harmonica reminiscent of his work for the Ora Nelle label one year earlier. The same session apparently produced the Floyd Jones titles "Hard Times" and "School Days," although only Sunnyland remains from the former group. Both numbers offer the well thought out and original quality of Jones' best work, yet despite this and the forceful instrumental delivery, the platter was doomed to obscurity by the early demise of the financially overextended Tempotone label. Jones remade both titles in 1955 for Vee Jay and their distribution network turned the pair into a regional hit.<br /><br />The vocal and harmonica phrasing o Forest City Joe Pugh's "A Woman On Every Street" reveals his adulation of of John Lee "Sonny Boy" Williamson who inspired a whole generation of postwar harmonica stylists. Indeed, the flip side of this rarity is a "Memory of Sonny Boy" which recounts the tragic details of Williamson's violent death only a few months earlier on Windy City streets. Little Walter acknowledged only Sonny Boy as his influence and equal, yet Walter's recorded work seldom betrayed the debt, but rather set the pace for a new generation to follow. "Just Keep Lovin' Her" is a remake for Parkway of Walter's 1947 debut recording, but in contrast to the earlier effort, he plays harp right into the microphone on this version with long exuberant solos enhanced by the presence of Muddy Waters and Baby Face Leroy in supporting roles.<br /><br />The husband and wife team, John and Grace Brim, traveled extensively during the early fifties and recorded in both Detroit and St. Louis before settling into the Chicago blues scene and their Gary, Indiana home in 1952. John's duets with pianist Roosevelt Sykes for the St. Louis based Random label constitute his debut although he played guitar on an earlier session in Detroit featuring wife Grace and the legendary Big Maceo. Brim's guitar style is indebted to the work of Indianapolis residents, Scrapper Blackwell and Pete Franklin, who even played lead guitar on a subsequent Brim session for JOB which included two versions of the Naptown standard, "Hard Pill To Swallow."<br /><br />Though recorded in Memphis, Earl Hooker's "Sweet Angel" is rooted in the work of Chicago artists Tampa Red and Robert Nighthawk who both waxed earlier versions of this blues standard. Tampa's 1934 version already utilized the slide guitar patterns heard here, but Hooker learned the piece from Robert Nighthawk and executed it with the over-amplification so common among Memphis bluesmen of the period. The addition of drone-like harmonica accompaniment by an unknown provides the perfect foil for the gravel-throated Hooker.<br /><br />Johnny Shines' masterpiece is certainly his 1952 recording, "Ramblin'" containing some of the most stunning slide guitar and vocal work ever waxed. Perhaps the familiarity of the traditional lyrics accounts for the intensity of the vocal which seems inspired even for Shines. The session also produced another slide classic, "Fishtail Blues," a version of mentor Robert Johnson's "Terraplane Blues" which remains unissued and "Cool Driver," by comparison a subdued effort with original lyrics, and, according to Shines, Moody Jones in the role of second guitarist. Shines claims to also have recorded another version of this tune for the same label with harmonica by Snooky Pryor, but it was not released.<br /><br />Homesick James Williamson launched his recording career in 1952 with the newly formed Chance label and the release of "Lonesome Ole Train" and "Farmer's Blues," two traditional themes enhanced by the playing of pianist Lazy Bill Lucas. "Lonesome Ole Train" is an adaptation of Tommy Johnson material while "Farmer's Blues" is a staple of Texas bluesmen, Lightnin' Hopkins, Smoky Hogg, Lowell Fulson, etc. But all similarity to the parent pieces is confined to the lyrics, as Homesick's unorthodox bottleneck treatment would be totally out of place in either Johnson's songbook or the entire state of Texas.<br /><br />"Train Time," a duet between Sunnyland Slim (Delta Joe) and guitarist Baby Face Leroy, was first issued on Opera, then retitled and reissued as "4 O'Clock Blues" on Chance. Slim's downhome vocal ranks with his best, but Leroy dominates the side by the sheer force of his magnificent solo built of biting mandolin-like phrases.<br /><br />Guitarist Arther "Big Boy" Spires made only a few recordings before rejoining the Chicago labor force, but he had a deep resonant voice well-suited to the traditional Mississippi blues that made up the bulk of his material. "About To Lose My Mind" was recorded in a basement with a four piece group including veterans, John Lee Henley and Johnny Williams, who both made records under their own names. Despite the murky sound quality of the sessions, Spire's moving singing is shown to good advantage.<br /><br />The influence of Tommy Johnson is again felt in the closing performances by Floyd Jones and Robert Nighthawk. Jones was familiar with both Johnson and his one-time partner, Charlie Patton, and reworked their "Pony Blues" into the beautiful "Early Morning" which uses the same guitar figure that proved successful on Floyd's earlier "Dark Road" and "On The Road Again." Little Walter's sensitive harmonica backing and Floyd's string slapping support the hoarse shouted vocal in a truly classic performance. Robert Nighthawk recorded as early as 1937, but his knowledge of Tommy Johnson's style was gained second-hand under the tutelage of Memphis' Houston Stackhouse. Nighthawk retains the lyrics of the original "Maggie Campbell," but substitutes the guitar part from another Johnson song, "Big Fat Mama." Bob Call is the fine pianist on this title.<br /><br />Leroy Pierson<br /><br /></span></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-24560143548511822482010-05-31T17:46:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:38:34.802-08:00Nighthawk 104 / Detroit Ghetto Blues 1948 to 1954<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7JMIYoBVGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3J2wbtWf9ms/s1600-h/Nighthawk_104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R7JMIYoBVGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3J2wbtWf9ms/s320/Nighthawk_104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166275429480354914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Just because he's got a Cadillac with that hydromatic drive, you don't ask him for no money. All you want to do is ride."<br /><div style="text-align: right;">-Baby Boy Warren-<br /></div></span><br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/112010624/A.104.Detroit_Ghetto_Blues-1948-1954.rar.html">Side A</a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/112015988/B.104.Detroit_Ghetto_Blues-1948-1954.rar.html">Side B</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SIDE ONE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Slim Pickens</span> Papa's Boogie (1948)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Walter Mitchell</span> Pet Milk Blues (1948)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Walter Mitchell</span> Stop Messin' Around (1948)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L.C. Green</span> Little School Girl (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L.C. Green</span> Going Down To The River (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sam Kelly</span> Ramblin' Around Blues (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Playboy Fuller</span> Gonna Play My Guitar (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Playboy Fuller</span> Sugar Cane Highway (1952)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SIDE TWO</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rocky Fuller</span> Soon One Morning (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rocky Fuller</span> Come On Baby Now (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Robert Henry</span> Something's Wrong (1952)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baby Boy Warren</span> Hello Stranger (1953)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Henry Smith</span> Lonesome Blues (1954)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Henry Smith</span> Good Rockin' Mama (1954)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baby Boy Warren</span> Taxi Driver (1954)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baby Boy Warren</span> Bad Lover Blues (1954)<br /><span style="font-size:75%;"><br />Though never really a blues recording center, by the mid twenties Detroit boasted a sizable black community attracted from the South by auto industry employment. Some like Charlie Spand and Big Maceo traveled to Chicago to record, but it was not until the late forties that local bluesmen had a chance to record on their own ground. A number of small time entrepreneurs began mastering titles in their record shop basements either for lease to established companies or for release on their own obscure labels which more often than not,found their only distribution outlet on the upstairs counter. Most Detroit artists were destined for the same commercial failure that eventually overcame such operations as Staff, Sampson, JVB and Von. Only John Lee Hooker was able to overcome the distribution nightmare and his success was achieved and exploited through a lease agreement with the West Coast Modern label. Included in this anthology are performances of legendary rarity and artistic merit that originated in the Motor City during the years 1948 to 1954.<br /><br />Joe Von Battle, whose work constitutes the majority of this album, set up shop on Hastings street in 1948 and began recording bluesmen for his JVB and Von labels. The product was primitive from an engineering viewpoint and his distribution was terrible, but his labels always featured performances of great historical interest and musical worth. His first release was the strange Walter Mitchell coupling featuring Mitchell's own vocal and harp, second harp by Robert Richard, Boogie Woogie Red on piano, and an unknown bass. "Pet Milk Blues" is a version of a 1938 Walter Davis composition which also inspired J.B. Hutto's "Pet Cream Man," and "Stop Messin' Around" is loosely based on Robert Johnson's "Stop Breaking Down." The eerie effect of the two harps in competition is heightened by the mournful wail Mitchell occasionally interspersed with his instrumental work.<br /><br />Guitarist L.C. Green came to Detroit in the late forties according to his one time partner, Woodrow Adams, who grew up with L.C. in Minter City, Mississippi. Green waxed seven songs in Detroit for Joe Von Battle, but six were leased out and only one appeared on the Von label. Both titles included here are versions of the first Sonny Boy Williamson's "Good Morning Little School Girl," but Green's repertoire was was larger and in fact has much in common with the recordings of the younger Clarksdale, Miss. singer, R.C. Smith, who recorded for Arhoolie and Bluesville in the early sixties. Smith's "Lonely Widow" is a virtual twin to Green's "The Sun Is Shining" and suggests a common influence since Green was already playing in Detroit when Smith began playing and the rarity of Green's recording probably precludes it as Smith's source. The identity of the harmonica player on the two included titles is in question, but Robert Richard has been suggested because he is known to have jammed with Green often. The platter mate of Green's obscure Von recording, "Going Down To The River," is the fascinating "Ramblin' Around Blues," the only known release by harmonica stylist Sam Kelly who is accompanied by guitar and second harmonica, probably Green and Richard respectively. Kelly blows really top notch harmonica with great originality and feeling and relies on loosely strung traditional verses for his lyrics which include a reference to a Memphis background.<br /><br />Playboy and Rocky Fuller are both early pseudonyms for New Orleans born Iverson Minter, who later had minor success using the name Louisiana Red. The sides included here are his first and typically were recorded in Von Battle's basement. Minter's recordings from this period are exciting yet blatantly imitative, perhaps reflecting a young man's search for his own style. "Gonna Play My Guitar" and "Sugar Cane Highway" incorporate the early Muddy Waters band style with Playboy picking the familiar slide patterns supported by and unknown harmonica and piano. On the former title Playboy even warns Muddy of an upcoming Chicago confrontation with Muddy's woman as spoils for the victor. This coupling is particularly unusual as it was pressed in Hollywood, California as a vanity item on the aptly named Fuller label,and was distributed primarily from the artist's own car trunk. The Rocky Fuller titles were leased to a major company in hope of better distribution, but in spite of a strong performance, the pair never sold perhaps because they were too firmly in the Lightnin' Hopkins mold.<br /><br />With ten releases to his credit, singer/guitarist Baby Boy Warren was one of the most prolific of Detroit bluesmen and he is therefore represented here in work from two different sessions. His 1953 "Hello Stranger," a version of the first Sonny Boy Williamson's "Mattie Mae Blues," seems to have been his signature piece as he recorded two other versions in addition to this one with an all star band including presumable Sonny Boy 2 on harp, Boogie Woogie Red on piano, Calvin Frazier on second guitar and Washboard Willie on washboard. The Sampson pressing, "Taxi Driver" and "Bad Lover Blues" was Baby Boy's last and certainly his rarest recordings, but finds him at the top of his form on two original compositions with fine lyrics and solid guitar work supported again by Boogie Woogie Red, but with Little George Jackson on guitar and Jimmy Tarrant on drums.<br /><br />"Papa's Boogie," Eddie Burns' 1948 debut, is a harmonica/guitar duet recorded by Bernie Bessman and leased to the Holiday label which issued under the Slim Pickens pseudonym. Guitarist John T. Smith never recorded again, but Burns enjoyed a modestly successful musical career with a dozen records to his credit and a decade of weekend club gigs often with John Lee Hooker who waxed some of his own bester performances (again for Bessman) with Burn's harmonica in support.<br /><br />Little is known about the other artists included in this anthology. Guitarist Henry Smith unfortunately made only two records, one of which is the fine coupling heard here with Eddie Burns on harp, Calvin Frazier on second guitar and Washboard Willie on washboard. The first Sonny Boy Williamson's 1940 ode to syphilis, "My Little Machine," was reworked into an even more blunt version in disciple Robert Henry's 1952 "Something's Wrong With My Loving Machine." The members of Henry's backup group on this session are presently unknown.<br /><br />-Leroy Pierson<br /><br /></span></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-91940938903439930012010-04-20T11:16:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:36:04.003-08:00Jah Thomas- Dance Hall Stylee (1982)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SV5pP40ecZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SGlrIvb_uGQ/s1600-h/Folder.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SV5pP40ecZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SGlrIvb_uGQ/s320/Folder.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286778734250979730" border="0" /></a><br />I cannot take credit for the original vinyl rip of this fantastic record, nor the bragging rights of having found it in the bargain bin somewhere in the U.K. That honor belongs to a friend on a reggae forum so long ago that I can't even remember which forum it was, let alone which friend. To you: all respect is due. This is a killer and thanks much. You should download this (if for no other reason, of which there are many, [then]) for the great spacey a capella intros to most of the tracks, which come in handy for any DJ set or radio show. Example: "Rub-a-duh uh uh uh ub. You have fi play it at the club: UB! (uub uub ub ub ub ub)" or "Musical selection come to rock the nation. Rock the nation with a this a version," etc. (Can you call something a capella if it features dubbery?)...anyway... Jah Thomas is generally remembered more for his excellent production of other artists, however unlike most producers-cum-chatters (I'm looking at you, Kanye) he has a decent control of the mic and a wonderfully strong, mellow voice.<br /><br />Jah Thomas is producing and Scientist is on the mix, so you know it's top shelf. This seems to be a second mix on Silver Camel, but there's ongoing debate about whether or not this is in fact the original. Either way, this is some prime rub-a-dub. <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/179134234/Jah_Thomas-Dance_Hall_Stylee.rar">Enjoy!</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SV5t6AMR6CI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Uk0f5rU2L-w/s1600-h/Jah_Thomas.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SV5t6AMR6CI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Uk0f5rU2L-w/s200/Jah_Thomas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286783855830886434" /></a><br />Side 1<br />1. African thing<br />2. Love pon corner<br />3. Dance a fi cork<br />4. Seek & find<br />5. Love one another<br /><br />Side 2<br />1. Part two<br />2. Gwine a school<br />3. Jah jah guidance<br />4. Mr. Barrister<br />5. Two in the family<br /><br />Roots Radics Band<br />Bass: Flabba Holt, Lead: Sowell, Drums: Style Scott, Riddim: Bingy Bunny<br /><br />Tracks laid at Channel One, mixed by Scientist at King Tubbys Studio, Jamaica<br />Produced by Jah Thomas<br />Voice and overdubs at Pathway Studios, London, by Silver Camel<br />Engineered by Gareth Jones<br />Arranged, edited and mixed by Silver Camel<br /></span><br /><br /></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-18417183999519518682010-02-20T17:07:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:30:33.091-08:00Trinity- At His Toasting Best (1978)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R37Y_1HtrxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LiVq60pU078/s1600-h/Trinity-At_His_Toasting_Best.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R37Y_1HtrxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LiVq60pU078/s320/Trinity-At_His_Toasting_Best.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151793614861217554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" >They call me Trinity cause I liquidate iniquity!</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />So Trinity (born Wade Brammer, 1954) has always been one of my favorite chatters. He's not as charismatic as Big Youth or as lyrically complex as I Roy, but he always brings it conscious and he's always nice on the mic. If you remain unconvinced simply check <a href="http://www.roots-archives.com/release/1106">Yabby You Meets Trinity At Dub Station</a>, one of the all-time greatest records out of Jamaica. Dreader than dread and heavier than lead.</span> I would love to post it here but you can buy it, which you should.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R37b0FHtryI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rL2M8k_IXew/s1600-h/Trinity-Title.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R37b0FHtryI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rL2M8k_IXew/s200/Trinity-Title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151796711532637986" border="0" /></a><br />Trinity's "At His Toasting Best" is something of an anomaly in his career. He is credited as producer and arranger, which as far as I know is the only time he sat in the dub seat himself. It's also his only collaboration with a then 18-year-old <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientist_%28musician%29">Scientist</a>, who is credited as Engineer. The deftness of the production, however, makes me think that perhaps it was Scientist who was really twisting the knobs on this one, or Trinity was an exceptionally quick study. The riddims run from Joe Gibbs and Yabby You, and though I'm not convinced that Mr. Brammer never toasted better, the whole thing is a good listen.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">AUDIOPHILE WARNING</span><br />The sound quality on this isn't great. The record is in nice condition, but it's a 1982 US repress on Salsoul, and apparently someone over there was sleeping on the mix. I know it wasn't Overton.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R37ezFHtrzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UgtAfZAgXcM/s1600-h/Trinity-45-Internal_Feelings.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R37ezFHtrzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UgtAfZAgXcM/s200/Trinity-45-Internal_Feelings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151799992887652146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">L</span>O <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">F</span>I <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">B</span>O<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">N</span>U<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">S</span>!</span><br />Included is both sides of a Trinity 7 Inch from 1977, produced by Tubby. Let 'im tell you 'bout Internal Feelings.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/110359769/Trinity-At_His_Toasting_Best.rar.html">Peace!</a>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-75987883086822345722009-09-29T19:46:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:33:13.193-08:00Jandek- One Foot In The North (1991)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STdX2j8d2SI/AAAAAAAAAL0/r1tD0TJlyKU/s1600-h/One+Foot+In+The+North.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STdX2j8d2SI/AAAAAAAAAL0/r1tD0TJlyKU/s320/One+Foot+In+The+North.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275782083361233186" /></a><br /><br />The world's first conceptual outsider artist or an eccentric isolate from Texas?<br /><br />For an artist about whom virtually nothing is known, reams of paper and pixels have been devoted to the mysterious <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jandek">representative from Corwood Industries</a>. Don't believe me? There is a wikipedia entry for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corwood_Industries_discography"><span style="font-style:italic;">each</span></a> of Jandek's 53 albums; an honor not shared by, say, Eric Clapton. Jandek exists somewhere between the usually separate worlds of outsider art and brand marketing, tirelessly promoting himself through massive mailings of his self-produced albums to college radio stations in the 1980s and 90s while simultaneously constructing a musical and photographic portrait of an artist so singular, so vulnerable, and so odd as to defy description. In doing so he built up a cult following that adheres to the literal meaning of the term (an excerpt from a fan site describing the cover of this album: "[...]In the lower left is the corner of a piece of furniture (a table?) with a cup or candleholder sitting on it. It looks like he’s in dense fog, except he’s indoors. Actually, it might be just his shadow[...]"; it goes on and again there is an entry for each album). <br /><br />It has been said that Jandek manages to fall within the traditions of "Blues" and American "Folk" or "Primitive," somehow without sounding anything like them, and that's as good a description as I can manage. Leap in with both feet and you won't be disappointed.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/170053530/Jandek-One_Foot_In_The_North.rar">One Foot In The North</a>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-56533885468351546862009-04-25T21:08:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:29:37.703-08:00Boris Gardiner- Guiding Light/Sledgehammer (1975)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5lvGNM0H5I/AAAAAAAAADs/OYqGcHZoLUc/s1600-h/Boris_Gardner-Guiding_Light.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5lvGNM0H5I/AAAAAAAAADs/OYqGcHZoLUc/s320/Boris_Gardner-Guiding_Light.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159277000542920594" /></a><br /><br />An extra special scratchy treat from Jamaica courtesy of Botched Surgery. If you're a fan of 70s reggae you probably already know the name of Boris Gardiner (or Gardner, as here- as noted earlier Jamaican pressings have a flexible take on standardized spelling). Gardiner is probably best known as a bassist, as he anchored the low end of the Upsetters after the departure of Family Man Barrett and was present on several seminal Black Ark releases from the late seventies. If you're not especially obsessive about the roots rock, you may know Gardiner's name from his oft-anthologized killer "Melting Pot," a staple on dancefloors for 30 years, and still going strong. What you may not know, however, is how talented an arranger/bandleader/musical impresario Boris Gardner is.<br /><br />Take a look at the <a href="http://www.roots-archives.com/release/3256">lineup</a> on these sides. With the exception of the vocalists almost everyone is an unknown, to me at least. Regardless, under Gardiner's guiding light they could easily give any other group of the time a run for their money. Side A is a sweet and soulful vocal piece with some very pretty three-part harmony, but it's the flip that really shows how talented these cats are. "Sledgehammer," a rough take on "Shaft," is a nice mid-tempo instrumental stepper, with some great horn solos. Why these guys (particularly Frank Aird on trumpet and Fitzbert Martin on sax) didn't record more is baffling.<br /><br />At any rate, <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/86415350/Boris_Gardner-Guiding_Light.rar.html">get it while it's hot!</a>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-67282796709422668472009-03-15T20:56:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:18:00.513-08:00Mahotella Queens- Izibani Zomgqashiyo (1977)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SDMzUpYcR1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/e35dEWOUBig/s1600-h/Mahotella_Queens-Izibani_Zomqashiyo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SDMzUpYcR1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/e35dEWOUBig/s320/Mahotella_Queens-Izibani_Zomqashiyo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202558424341825362" /></a><br /><br />Hello all! My apologies for ducking out for a while- rest assured I've knocked the icicles off of my beard, climbed out of hibernation and sloughed off most of winter's lingering lethargy. In celebration of the first Spring day up here (it snowed a lot on the true equinox) I've decided to preempt myself and post a tingling thriller of exuberant beauty, Mahotella Queens' 1977 <span style="font-style: italic;">Izibani Zomgqashiyo</span>. Do you remember when you listened to music as a child and spun around until you fell down dizzy with glee? This music will make you remember. It will get you high. Four-part female vocal harmony. Male basso-profundo "groaner" melody. Dueling quicksilver-fingered guitarists. Kinetic bouncing bass. Mgqashiyo: "the indestructible beat." Cut the roof off of your car and <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/105489792/Mahotella_Queens-Izibani_Zomqashiyo.rar.html">listen to this record</a>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br />It is a known fact that things come and go, but I say MAHOTELLA QUEENS are here to stay. You will agree with me after listening to this album, "IZIBANI ZOMGQASAHIYO" which is their latest.<br /><br />Izibani Zomgqashiyao means the lights of Mgqashiyo and surely everybody knows that Mgqashiyo is an African kind of beat which will never die. In other words it can be quoted as an indestructible beat.<br /><br />Mahotella Queens is a group of five girls which was formed in 1964 by Mr. R. Bopape, who was then a then a talent scout. They've cut <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahlathini_and_the_Mahotella_Queens#Selected_Discography">many LP's and seven singles</a> since then which many have become famous. You all remember "MARKS UMTHAKATHI" LPBS 9 which was one of their greatest albums ever cut. You will also remember that they won the 1975 Radio Bantu Best Group of the Year. These girls are sometimes accompanied by their male groaners Robert Mbazo Mkhize, Potatoes Mazambane or Joseph Mthimkhulu, who have now formed the fast growing Abafana Baseqhudeni, and of course not forgetting their backing, the everlasting Makhona Zonke ["Jack Of All Trades" -ed.] Band.<br /><br />The girls are back in a big way, their first track in this album, "ZIBUYILE NONYAKA" (They Are Back This Year), confirms everything. Listen to this track and you will agree with me. Every track in this album is great and meaningful as it sends to you true messages. Mahotella Queens fans have been missing their sweet voices on records because they have been out on tour performing shows. So they are back as I already mentioned and this is what they bring you back in SWEET MUSIC.<br /><br />The Mahotella Queens, Emily Zwane from Brakpan, Thandi Radebe from Dube (Soweto), Beatrice Ngcobo from Durban, Thandi Nkosi from Emdeni (Soweto) and Caroline Kapentar from Bloemfontein are the best Mgqashiyo entertainers in Southern Africa.<br /><br />You all know Mahotella Queens, the mistresses of Mgqashiyo, so listen to this album and enjoy yourselves with Mahotella Queens and of course let me tip you, this music is for both the young and the old, so make no mistake it is superb.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">-MARKS MANKWANE<br /></div><br /></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-70473389298900786262009-02-15T11:00:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:29:10.062-08:00Esther Marrow- Sister Woman (1972)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5jgitM0H3I/AAAAAAAAADc/KpxqCBWSfUQ/s1600-h/Esther_Marrow-Sister_Woman.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5jgitM0H3I/AAAAAAAAADc/KpxqCBWSfUQ/s320/Esther_Marrow-Sister_Woman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159120260006420338" border="0" /></a><br />Good day all. Today's post is a nice little gem from 1972 on Fantasy, courtesy of Esther Marrow, née Queen Esther Marrow. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5jj0dM0H4I/AAAAAAAAADk/pL0qdfnCUJ4/s1600-h/Esther_Marrow-Reverse.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5jj0dM0H4I/AAAAAAAAADk/pL0qdfnCUJ4/s320/Esther_Marrow-Reverse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159123863483981698" border="0" /></a>There are some killer grooves, a couple of nasty breaks, and a great (shifting) band throughout, though the real focus is the angelic pipes of Ms. Marrow, who got her first big break singing in the first "Sacred Concert" that Ellington put on in 1966. For an excellent read check out her biography <a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/queen-esther-marrow">here</a>, although it does curiously omit any mention of her excursions into worldly music, including another killer album on Flying Dutchman, <a href="http://wegofunk.blogspot.com/2006/09/esther-marrow-newport-news-virginia.html">Newport News, Virginia</a>, from a couple of years earlier.<br /><br />A nice mix of gospel, soul, and just a pinch of funk, the album features the song-writing and arranging talents of the formidable 70s Fantasy stable of artists, and throughout projects a nice balance of documentary-style slices of urban life and "love is the answer" positivity. Be sure to check out the Jimmy Johnson/Ralph McDonald break on "Things Ain't Right."<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/86308413/Esther_Marrow-Sister_Woman.rar.html">Sing it sister!</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Side 1</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Woman In The Window 3:14</span><br />Arranged by Bobby Scott<br />Bernard Purdie-Drums<br />Bobby Scott-Piano<br />Cornell Dupree-Electric Guitar<br />Richard Tee-Organ<br />Chuck Rainey-Bass<br />Ralph McDonald-Percussion<br />Walter Raim, Sal Detroya-Guitars<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />2. Ghetto 4:20</span><br />Arranged by Richard Tee<br />Jimmy Johnson-Drums<br />Cornell Dupree-Guitar<br />Keith Loving-Rhythm Guitar<br />Gordon Edwards-Bass<br />Richard Tee-Piano<br />Paul Griffen-Organ<br />Ralph McDonald-Conga<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Trade Winds 4:45</span><br />Arranged by Richard Tee<br />Idris Muhammad-Drums<br />Cornell Dupree-Guitar<br />Keith Loving-Rhythm Guitar<br />Gordon Edwards-Bass<br />Richard Tee-Piano<br />Ralph McDonald-Conga<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Turn On To Jesus 6:09</span><br />Arranged by Richard Tee<br />Jimmy Johnson-Drums<br />Cornell Dupree-Guitar<br />Keith Loving-Rhythm Guitar<br />Richard Tee-Piano<br />Warren Smith-Percussion<br />Ralph McDonald-Conga<br />Gordon Edwards-Bass<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Side 2<br />1. Rainy Night In Georgia 5:40</span><br />Arranged by Bernard Purdie<br />Bernard Purdie-Drums<br />Cornell Dupree-Guitar<br />Richard Tee-Organ<br />Chuck Rainey-Bass<br />Paul Griffen-Piano<br />Ralph McDonald-Percussion<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Things Ain't Right 3:33</span><br />Arranged by Richard Tee<br />Jimmy Johnson-Drums<br />Cornell Dupree-Guitar<br />Keith Loving-Rhythm Guitar<br />Gordon Edwards-Bass<br />Richard Tee-Piano<br />Ralph McDonald-Conga<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />3. Ask Me To Dance 3:19</span><br />Arranged by Bobby Scott<br />Bernard Purdie-Drums<br />Bobby Scott-Piano<br />Cornell Dupree-Electric Guitar<br />Chuck Rainey-Bass<br />Ralph McDonald-Percussion<br />Specks Powell-Vibes<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. And When I Die 5:15</span><br />Arranged by Bernard Purdie<br />Jimmy Johnson-Drums<br />Chuck Rainey-Bass<br />Cornell Dupree-Guitar<br />Ralph McDonald-Conga<br />Warren Smith-Percussion<br />Richard Tee-Piano<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The Horn Section:<br />Seldon Powell-Baritone Sax<br />Frank Wess-Tenor Sax<br />Jimmy Owens, Snooky Young-Trumpets<br />Tony Studd-Trombone<br />Buddy Lucas-Harmonica<br />Voices: The Reflections<br />Horns and voices arranged by William Eaton, except "Woman In The Window" arranged by Bobby Scott.<br />Produced by Jim Rein and Esther Marrow<br />Supervision: Ozzie Cadena<br />Engineer: Rudy Van Gelder<br />Design: Tony Lane<br />Photos: Nima Yakubo<br /></span><br /><br /></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-40707147748033820512009-01-21T08:54:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:28:33.676-08:00Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.- Beyond Vietnam: A Time To Break The Silence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5TOi1HtsEI/AAAAAAAAADU/h9EnlNoWlLs/s1600-h/MLK.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5TOi1HtsEI/AAAAAAAAADU/h9EnlNoWlLs/s400/MLK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157974571016368194" /></a><br />Please listen to this speech. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/mlkatimetobreaksilence.htm">Peace!</a>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-85264605804447913672009-01-18T11:36:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:28:07.022-08:00The Emotions- Peace Be Still (1973)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5EAAVHtsCI/AAAAAAAAADE/pds8QO6Pm4s/s1600-h/The_Emotions-Peace_Be_Still.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5EAAVHtsCI/AAAAAAAAADE/pds8QO6Pm4s/s320/The_Emotions-Peace_Be_Still.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156903053985427490" /></a><br /><br />Though I'm technically breaking my rules here (this is in fact available in another format- the newly released <a href="http://www.concordmusicgroup.com/albums/STX3-30315/">Wattstax Deluxe Soundtrack</a>), I view it as a necessary corrective, given that everyone I've ever talked to about this group seems to be unaware of their formidable soul/gospel chops. The group in question is of course The Emotions, composed primarily of three Hutchinson sisters: Jeanette, Wanda and Sheila (later Jeanette was replaced by a fourth sister, Pam). The arrangement, on this track at least, is handled by dad Joe. Why, you ask, would people be unaware of such a smoking, shouting powerhouse team? Well these Emotions are considerably more famous for their later work, including the worldwide smash hit "Best of My Love" (as in "woah-oo woah-oo! you got the best of my love....woah-oo woah-oo!"), which went platinum in 1977. Before this, however, they released several albums on Stax and Volt, and generally tore things up in live shows and in the studio. Below is the clip from the movie Wattstax, and though the mp3 upload lacks the preaching intro, the sound quality is considerably better.<br /><br />You got the best of my love.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxT0V59yBRc&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxT0V59yBRc&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-83306950444455212452008-12-01T19:11:00.000-08:002008-12-03T19:49:12.398-08:00Mr. X & Mr. Z- Mr. X & Mr. Z Drink Old Gold (1987)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STSnvXdbYAI/AAAAAAAAALk/hA32bBDoDy8/s1600-h/Mr._X_%26_Mr._Z.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/STSnvXdbYAI/AAAAAAAAALk/hA32bBDoDy8/s320/Mr._X_%26_Mr._Z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275025495750828034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">It can be drunk, but only I can drink it, for those that can drink just drink and keep drinkin'.<br /></span></span></div><br /><br />All right...this song is stupid. And I mean that both in the sense of taking your shirt off and dancing in a threatening way toward group of people you don't know at a club before you throw up on yourself stupid and just plain stupid. But it's the former that we're interested in, and this is one of those songs that as a fan of rap and alcohol you can't really resist. Plus, Mr. X beat The God to it by about <a href="http://www.gossipingbitches.com/?s=ahaji">20 years</a>. If you find yourself lost when reading this post and don't recognize the quote above you probably shouldn't download this, because it is stupid, even if it did make fucking Robert Christgau's <a href="http://www.robertchristgau.com/xg/pnj/deans87.php">"Dean's List"</a> for 1987. Sorry to be so cagey but I don't want to ruin the delightful surprise for those of you that have an inkling of what to expect. <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/169379314/Mr._X___Mr._Z-Drink_Old_Gold_12_Inch.rar.html">Enjoy (with acapella)!</a>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-88993435115045376572008-11-23T16:07:00.000-08:002008-12-03T19:50:21.241-08:00Charlie Chaplin- Fire Burn Them Below (1984) and Que Dem (1985)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SSnwo_wDSOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/b4VzB1zD1ew/s1600-h/Folder.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SSnwo_wDSOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/b4VzB1zD1ew/s320/Folder.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272009425912285410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SSn_hjYtCSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y1mq-8pQDuY/s1600-h/Que_Dem.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SSn_hjYtCSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y1mq-8pQDuY/s320/Que_Dem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272025790713497890" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" >Until all human<br />stop thinking corruption<br />have good meditation<br />conscious vibration<br />know that we are one nation<br />natty dread:<br />I tell you there shall be war.</span></div><br /><br />Strictly culture, strictly roots. Charlie Chaplin was driven artistically by lifting up the sufferers and smashing down Babylon (much like his namesake, actually), and he paid for his dedication by never having a proper hit in Jamaica. Coming of age in an era of election riots and political turmoil, an overstimulated youth preferred mediocre slackness to superb roots. Don't get me wrong- I enjoy the slackness as much as anyone, but there is no justice in a world where albums like these languish in the out-of-print netherworld. I was actually surprised to find that no one else in the blog world had dropped them already.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SSn3KqWMomI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aJJmUUTV2wk/s1600-h/Charlie_Chaplin.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SSn3KqWMomI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aJJmUUTV2wk/s200/Charlie_Chaplin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272016601352020578" /></a> <br />These are records you come back to again and again, though they are different. 'Fire' is generally more experimental, with less familiar riddims, more dub fuckery, and a looser, more improvisational style. It also has a great take on Michael Jackson's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbvP7dT3Dx0">Thriller</a>. 'Que Dem' is tighter lyrically and production-wise, and runs almost exclusively on classic Studio One riddims (Shank I Shek, Real Rock, Mad Mad, etc.), perhaps two strategies designed to appeal to a broader audience after "Fire" failed to blow up. Both records are great.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SSoDkvZrlcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mAElWUMdXAM/s1600-h/George_Phang.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/SSoDkvZrlcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mAElWUMdXAM/s200/George_Phang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272030243524941250" />George Phang at the Mantrols</a><br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/166803130/Charlie_Chaplin.rar.html">Enjoy!</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br />[Fire Burn Them Below: 1984]<br />PRODUCED & ARRANGED BY GEORGE PHANG<br /><br /><u>MUSICIANS</u><br />ALL TRACKS PLAYED BY BLACK ROOTS <br />EXCEPT "TALKING PEGEON" WITH SLY DUNBAR & ROBBIE SHAKESPEAR [sic]<br /><br />ENGINEERS: M. RILEY, SOLJIE & R. THOMAS<br /><br />RECORDED AT DYNAMIC SOUNDS & CHANNEL 1 STUDIOS<br /><br /><u>SIDE ONE</u><br />1. FIRE BURN THEM BELOW<br />2. LEARN TO READ<br />3. YOU GOT TO BE TRUE<br />4. KILLER<br /><br /><u>SIDE TWO</u><br />1. DANCE IN THE ATLANTIC OCEAN<br />2. TALKING PEGEON<br />3. THERE IS A GREEN HILL<br />4. DROP OFF A SHAPE<br /><br />[Que Dem: 1985]<br />PRODUCED & ARRANGED BY GEORGE PHANG<br /><br /><u>MUSICIANS</u><br />SLY DUNBAR, ROBBIE SHAKESPEARE, WILLIE LINDO, ROBERT LYNN & SKULLY<br /><br />ENGINEERS: RUDDY THOMAS & SOLJIE HAMILTON<br /><br />RECORDED AT DYNAMIC SOUNDS & CHANNEL ONE<br /><br /><u>SIDE ONE</u><br />1. DJ A DANCE<br />2. EXPLOITING<br />3. NOW A DAYS<br />4. PRETTY GAL<br />5. COCO DEALA BROWN<br /><br /><u>SIDE TWO</u><br />1. UNFAIR<br />2. DIET ROCK<br />3. QUE DEM<br />4. FOOD MAN ROCKBotched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-74603813737796202282008-10-05T13:10:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:27:05.415-08:00Creative Construction Company- Self-Titled Volume I (1975)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5EAUFHtsDI/AAAAAAAAADM/PYX90NM8ajE/s1600-h/Creative_Construction_Company-Self-Titled_Vol_I.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R5EAUFHtsDI/AAAAAAAAADM/PYX90NM8ajE/s320/Creative_Construction_Company-Self-Titled_Vol_I.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156903393287843890" /></a><br /><br />All music, like all art, has philosophical, political, spiritual, and social reverberations, which of course is no surprise. Very few are the artists, however, who have both the breadth and depth of mind to engage consciously with these reverberations, and create art which not only reflects their ideals but enacts them. The theoretical implications of collective improvisation itself (otherwise known as "Free" Jazz) will have to wait for another post, but I would like to get into one specific area of philosophy here to frame this post a bit for the uninitiated. If this kind of thing doesn't appeal to you the music likely won't either.<br /><br />The history of collective improvisation can be viewed, in some ways, as a dynamic project directed towards diminishing materiality in order to open up vaster spaces of sound, spirit and consciousness. Like the abstract painter's work of a generation earlier filling up the canvas with negative space in order to get at deeper meanings behind the canvas, many jazz artists in the 60s and 70s found that in order to really pile up the ammunition to blow open the structure of a song, less worked a lot more. Emptiness, drones, and silences broken by a climactic scream or mind-splitting cymbal crash can force the listener back to the sound itself, rather than allowing them to be lulled away from the moment by a pleasant melody. By making music less melodic, and therefore less narrative, the listener loses the thread of "song" that leads them through the maze of the recorded sound itself. Paradoxically, for me at least, this again draws me in closer to what is actually happening on the record.<br /><br />A curious side note is that on a lot of the records in this spirit from this period, you see the instruments diminish in scale as well. "Miscellaneous percussion," and "small instruments," as well as more specific descriptions like "slide whistle" and "triangle" show up all over the place, and you find many musicians expanding the range of the kinds of instruments they play, with pianists picking up a cello or a horn, or reedmen dropping in on percussion or, in this case, violinists playing a bicycle horn. To some classicists this is "noise," or "amateurish" but I prefer to see it as embodying the kind of experimentality that has always thrived in jazz, and which, because so many brave artists insisted and still insist on it, will always keep jazz alive, despite the social and financial prominence of some museum jazz artists.<br /><br />This album is full of surprises, not least of which for those familiar with the work of the artists featured in the CCC (see see see below). I hope you enjoy it and it makes you listen a little harder.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/84889093/Creative_Construction_Company-Self-Titled_Vol_I.rar.html">Enjoy!</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================</span><br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">SIDE A<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. MUHAL (PART I)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;19:24</span><br /><br />SIDE B<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. MUHAL (PART II)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;14:40</span><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Live Spiral)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="font-weight: bold;">2:40</span><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Total Time)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span style="font-weight: bold;">17:20</span><br /><br />PERSONNEL:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LEROY JENKINS</span>: Violin, viola, recorder, toy xylophone, harmonica, bicycle horn<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ANTHONY BRAXTON</span>: Alto sax, soprano sax, clarinet, flute, contrabass clarinet, orchestral chimes<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LEO SMITH</span>: Trumpet, flugel horn, french horn, seal horn, misc. percussion<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MUHAL RICHARD ABRAMS</span>: Piano, cello, clarinet<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">RICHARD DAVIS</span>: Bass<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">STEVE MCCALL</span>: Drums, misc. percussion</span><br /><span style="font-size:75%;"><br /><br />Around the beginning of 1971 I gradually became aware that something different was going on in the Greenwich Village neighborhood where I live. Strange sounds were coming out of Liberty House on Bleecker Street, which I'd taken to be another boutique featuring over-priced African imports and costume jewelry. One day I noticed an exhibit, set up in a window that had displayed merchandise the day before. It was dedicated to the late Eric Dolphy and included blown up photographs, a bass clarinet, several lead sheets in Dolphy's hand, the music stand he had used to practice. And those strange sounds were coming out the door, not very Dolphyesque sounds either: harmonicas, drums, ballons, voices, bicycle horns, toy pianos. I had to go in and check it out.<br /><br />What I found was a friendly proprietor named George - he is now known as Kunle Mwanga - and several musicians with lean and hungry looks. They were playing records from a stack, and as I thumbed through I realized that I'd never heard any of them before. I'd heart the names - Lester Bowie, Joseph Jarman, Anthony Braxton, Muhal Abrams - and knew they were members of the Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians in Chicago, knew they were supposed to be playing music that was really new, newer than New York music of Albert Ayler, Pharoah Sanders, Archie Shepp. Soon I was rapping with violinist Leroy Jenkins, a fast-talking, fast-thinking Pisces. "We have a cooperative group," he said, "the Creative Construction Company. Anthony Braxton, Leo Smith, Steve McCall, me. We're not basically a solo band; our thing is collective improvisation." But, kazoos, penny whistles, coke bottles? "Colors."<br /><br />Just now, after listening to the music on this record for the first time since it was recorded, I was struck by how easy it was to hear and to follow. That hadn't always been the case. I went to my AACM shelf and listened again to <span style="font-style:italic;">Three Compositions of New Jazz</span>, the 1968 Delmark album that introduced Braxton, Jenkins and Smith. Sure enough, what had once seemed difficult, recondite music now sounded mellow and amiable. I remembered the comments several critics had made during the late sixties regarding Ornette Coleman, they were surprised that they had initially found his early recordings difficult. So, I though time has caught up with the CCC's music. A second thought occurred almost immediately; there was another reason why the music now sounded so seamless and together. It <span style="font-style:italic;">was</span> together. There had been a lot of color-oriented collective improvisation since the first stirrings of the style, but very little of it had been up to the standards set by the early Art Ensemble of Chicago and the Creative Construction Company.<br /><br />It could hardly have been otherwise. The musicians had been playing together regularly since 1966-67, most of them, and the AACM had seen to it that they at least had outlets for their ideas. It hadn't been like New York City, where competition between musicians can be withering, groups splinter and fold almost as fast as they're formed, and group personnels as stable as Ornettes's are not just rare but almost impossible. The AACM musicians chipped in to put on their own concerts, they maintained their own school where ghetto youngsters could learn theory and, most importantly, they investigated new ways of playing together without a hint of commercial pressures which intrude into virtually every Manhattan musical enterprise, survival dues being what they are. In that sense, the AACM music was truly new; the players had heard New York music, but few New Yorkers had heard them. The Delmark records were hard to find and the Nessa lp's Bowie and Mitchell made were rarer. The Byg albums the Art Ensemble and the CCC (recording under Braxton's name) had made in 1969 were just beginning to show up in a very few stores. None of the Chicagoans had had any real live exposure in New York.<br /><br />This was the background of Kunle Mwanga's decision to back a series of Concerts by Chicago groups, beginning with the CCC. The first part of the first concert was Jenkins' "Muhal," dedicated to the AACM founding father who'd been performing with the group on and off since <span style="font-style:italic;">Three Compositions</span>. At this point in time, the music doesn't need a verbal gloss. It is collective improvisation with remarkable range and richness, and even during the most congested moments the textures are quite clear, allowing the listener to follow each player's contribution with ease. The audience which had gathered at Peace Church was a heterogeneous one, but the reaction was unanimous: a collective "wheeew!" Ornette was particularly prominent among the listeners because of the bright orange hard hat he was wearing. Look out, his chapeau seemed to be counseling, something new is coming down.<br /><br />Braxton's reputation has far outstripped that of the other musicians in the years since this, his New York debut, but even a cursory hearing of the music will reveal that he was in no way the dominant player. A blindfolded listener would probably guess that Jenkins was the leader, so deftly and consistently does his violin sing through. But in fact there was no leader. As Leroy has pointed out on several occasions, the Creative Construction Company was sometimes fronted by Braxton because "Braxton was always better known," but decisions were made and remuneration was divided equally, as was the organization of the group's business. "You are your music," Braxton had been quoted as saying in the liner notes for <span style="font-style:italic;">Three Compositions</span>. Apparently he was right.<br /><br />It's interesting to note the directions the musicians have traveled since the concert. Jenkins has been carrying on AACM principles in New York as one third of the cooperative group Revolutionary Ensemble. With Sirone (formerly Norris Jones) playing like any three bassists and Jerome Cooper contributing incredibly sensitive percussion the Ensemble is one of the most consistently stimulating groups around. Leo Smith lives near New Haven. He has been performing with Marion Brown and on his own and has become on of the outstanding theorists of contemporary improvisational music through his contributions to <span style="font-style:italic;">The Black Perspective In Music</span> and other publications. Muhal and McCall still live and work in Chicago. Both played on Marion Brown's much-praised <span style="font-style:italic;">Sweet Earth Flying</span> and both continue to demonstrate their remarkable versatility. Muhal has turned up on albums by Sonny Stitt and Eddie Harris as well as on the Art Ensemble Of Chicago's <span style="font-style:italic;">Fanfare for the Warriors</span>. McCall is simply one of the most aware, gifted percussionists now playing; J.B. Figi's comment that he can break your heart with a drum solo is worth repeating in connection with his performance on this lp. Braxton is living in Woodstock, recording for Arista, and working regularly, sometimes in the company of Smith and/or Jenkins. Richard Davis is now, as he was in 1971, one of the two or three most in-demand bassists in New York. He recorded with Van Morrison not long before the CCC's concert, and has continued to work with artists as diverse as Phil Woods and Teresa Brewer. He contributed immeasurably to this music; in 1971 he was one of the few bassists in New York who could have done so. Richard Davis is currently signed to Muse Records.<br /><br />The strongest, most lasting contemporary improvisational music has been made by working groups, from the Coleman and Coltrane quartets and Sun Ra's Arkestra through Ayler's trio and quartet, Cherry's European band, Cecil Taylor's Unit, and the Art Ensemble. <span style="font-style:italic;">Three Compositions</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Anthony Braxton</span> (Byg, Actuel 15), which represent early and middle-period Creative Construction Company respectively, have long been placed in the major leagues of the new music by those fortunate enough to possess playable copies. Now, finally, we have late CCC music available on record and, quite naturally, it's the real stuff.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Robert Palmer<br />July, 1975</div><br /><br />RECORDING SUPERVISOR: ORNETTE COLEMAN<br />RECORDED AT: WASHINGTON SQUARE METHODIST CHURCH (PEACE CHURCH NYC)<br />CONCERT PRODUCTION: GEORGE CONLEY<br />RECORDING ENGINEER: ORVILLE O'BRIAN<br />COVER PAINTING BY: P. GIVENS<br />Art Direction: Hal Wilson<br /></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-90827884298850167042008-09-01T17:34:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:26:19.934-08:00Stanley Cowell- Regeneration (1976)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R40MHVHtr-I/AAAAAAAAACY/TY4zkpBwG9Y/s1600-h/Stanley_Cowell-Regeneration.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R40MHVHtr-I/AAAAAAAAACY/TY4zkpBwG9Y/s400/Stanley_Cowell-Regeneration.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155790468477202402" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">"kora, piano, synthesizer, mbira, water drum, parade drum, wooden fife, wooden flute, snare drum, ride cymbal, gembhre, acoustic guitar, bass drum, Ibo chanting, mama-lekimbe, bass, harmonica, acoustic bass, zuna, alto flute, Madagascan harp, vocals, and more."<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;">-from the back cover</div></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R40PvlHtsAI/AAAAAAAAACo/KSnTV65MW34/s1600-h/Stanley_Cowell-Kora.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R40PvlHtsAI/AAAAAAAAACo/KSnTV65MW34/s200/Stanley_Cowell-Kora.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155794458501820418" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">"And never stop your quest for truth<br />and always stand for right,<br />for you have gifts aplenty<br />inside your tiny frame,<br />and if you use them wisely,<br />Oh, my wee children,<br />all men will know your name."<br />-Lullaby<br /></div><br /><br />Stanley Cowell's album "Regeneration" was originally criticized for its "failure" to choose and stick with one genre, and it certainly does fail to do that. Something of a concept album, Cowell attempted to bring together members of the free jazz scene, traditional African musicians, and some more mainstream soul/jazz/pop artists to celebrate and regenerate the kind of musical miscegenation to which all of us as jazz fans are the happy beneficiaries. As a result it doesn't comfortably fit in any of these categories, and it was a bit too pop for the "out-there" scene's bearded weirdies, too out there for the mainstream, and too African for most everyone. Luckily times have changed, and if you don't feel this deep down in your soul I don't know what to say. It's a happy marriage, founded on love.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/84075239/Stanley_Cowell-Regeneration.rar.html">Enjoy!</a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />=========================================================<br /></span><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br /><br />("We dedicate 'REGENERATION' to Moriah Venable-Hicks and to you, with much love. We hope it is a reflection of those special moments of our Ancestral Stream, manifesting beauty and diversity, transcending all things, taking us higher and higher.")<br />Stanley Cowell, Jerry Venable, Viki-Maimoun-McLaughlin, Lois Johnson, Carole Byard<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Side A</span><br />1. <span style="font-weight:bold;">TRYING TO FIND A WAY</span> (Cowell-McLaughlin)<br />Ed Blackwell, <span style="font-style:italic;">water drum</span>; Stanley Cowell, <span style="font-style:italic;">synthesizer & piano</span>; Billy Higgins, <span style="font-style:italic;">snare drum & ride cymbal</span>; Aleke Kanonu, <span style="font-style:italic;">bass drum</span>; Jerry Venable, <span style="font-style:italic;">acoustic guitar</span>; Glenda Barnes, Charles Fowlkes, <span style="font-style:italic;">vocals</span>.<br /><br />2. <span style="font-weight:bold;">THE GEMBHRE</span> (Billy Higgins)<br />Billy Higgins, <span style="font-style:italic;">gembhre</span>; Nadi Quamar, <span style="font-style:italic;">mama-lekimbe, percussion</span>; Stanley Cowell, <span style="font-style:italic;">kora</span>; Bill Lee, <span style="font-style:italic;">bass</span>.<br /><br />3. <span style="font-weight:bold;">SHIMMY SHEWOBBLE</span> (Marion Brown)<br />Marion Brown, <span style="font-style:italic;">wooden fife</span>; Ed Blackwell, <span style="font-style:italic;">parade drum</span>; Billy Higgins, <span style="font-style:italic;">snare drum</span>; Aleke Kanonu, <span style="font-style:italic;">bass drum</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Side B</span><br />1. <span style="font-weight:bold;">THANK YOU MY PEOPLE</span> (Cowell-Kanonu)<br />Ed Blackwell, <span style="font-style:italic;">miscellaneous percussion</span>; Stanley Cowell, <span style="font-style:italic;">kora</span>; Charles Fowlkes, <span style="font-style:italic;">electric bass</span>; Jimmy Heath, <span style="font-style:italic;">soprano sax</span>; Billy Higgins, <span style="font-style:italic;">miscellaneous percussion</span>; Kareema, <span style="font-style:italic;">vocals</span>; Bill Lee, <span style="font-style:italic;">acoustic bass</span>; Aleke Kanonu, <span style="font-style:italic;">Ibo chanting</span>; John Stubblefield, <span style="font-style:italic;">zuna</span>; Psyche Wanzandae, <span style="font-style:italic;">flute</span>.<br /><br />2. <span style="font-weight:bold;">TRAVELIN' MAN</span> (Cowell-Fowlkes)<br />Marion Brown, <span style="font-style:italic;">wooden flute</span>; Stanley Cowell, <span style="font-style:italic;">mbira (thumb piano)</span>; Charles Fowlkes, <span style="font-style:italic;">vocals</span>; Jimmy Heath, <span style="font-style:italic;">flute</span>; Billy Higgins, <span style="font-style:italic;">miscellaneous percussion</span>; Kareema, <span style="font-style:italic;">vocals</span>; Bill Lee, <span style="font-style:italic;">acoustic bass</span>; Nadi Quamar, <span style="font-style:italic;">mama-lekimbe</span>.<br /><br />3. <span style="font-weight:bold;">LULLABYE</span> (Cowell-Venable-McLaughlin) <br />Stanley Cowell, <span style="font-style:italic;">kora</span>; Charles Fowlkes, <span style="font-style:italic;">vocals</span>; Jimmy Heath, <span style="font-style:italic;">alto flute</span>; Billy Higgins, <span style="font-style:italic;">gembhre</span>; Kareema, <span style="font-style:italic;">vocals</span>; Bill Lee, <span style="font-style:italic;">acoustic bass</span>; Nadi Quamar, <span style="font-style:italic;">Madagascan harp</span>.Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-16109953330870825552008-07-18T13:04:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:23:54.969-08:00Lou Rawls- You're Good For Me (1968)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4faB1Htr7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/L2jDs2qg62E/s1600-h/Lou_Rawls-You%27re_Good_For_Me.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4faB1Htr7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/L2jDs2qg62E/s320/Lou_Rawls-You%27re_Good_For_Me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154328023522979762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">"What the fuck is a breakbeat?" -David Axelrod<br /></span></span></div><br />So by now it's likely that you're aware of the prodigious producer/composer/arranger David Axelrod, who worked on a score of classic albums for Capitol from the mid-60s to the early 70s, and then released some great stuff under his own name, all of which is begrudgingly making its way back into print despite the opposition of the fat cats. If you are, you're likely also aware of his work with Lou Rawls, the greatest soul singer post-Sam Cooke. If you've never heard the music of either man then you're in for a treat.<br /><br />"You're Good For Me" is the pinnacle of their creative relationship. By 1968 Axelrod and Rawls (along with arranger/conductor H.B. Barnum) had partnered on 5 albums, and everyone in the studio, in front of and behind the glass, is at the top of their game here. The band is tight and soulful while still maintaining a loose elegance. The strings and backup vocals are gorgeously lush and perfectly controlled. Mr. Rawls is essentially perfect, and the album, almost operatic in scope, coheres thematically and musically in a way rare for music in general, and ultra-rare in soul music. There is silk and there is grit, oboes and breakbeats. Take a listen; <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/83642701/Lou_Rawls-You_re_Good_For_Me.rar.html">it's good for you.</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4riZFHtr8I/AAAAAAAAACI/-15aziJ1VTU/s1600-h/Lou_Rawls-+Team.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4riZFHtr8I/AAAAAAAAACI/-15aziJ1VTU/s320/Lou_Rawls-+Team.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155181643978092482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br />J.S. Bach didn't compose classics . . . they <span style="font-style: italic;">became</span> as time rolled by.<br />L. Rawls <span style="font-style: italic;">became</span> just a few years back - "LIVE!" . . . and he keeps on coming with a sound that applies to yesterday, speaks for today and promises tomorrow.<br />H.B. Barnum doesn't arrange and conduct backings for all eternity . . . it just so happens that they are.<br />D. Axelrod doesn't produce classic albums . . . time bestows that adjective (and it doesn't take long).<br /><br />"Ol' Man River" found a 20th Century spokesman in young soul-singer Rawls. And that's how time keeps pace with the river . . . that's how a man called Rawls came to be the sundial of time and the vocal reflection of every river's timeless stone secrets. That's what these moments of refracted sound are all about - from Bach (and after) to Rawls (and before).<br /><br />When it rolls upriver, it's about the eternal second of time when a thousand hearts in a thousand shirts proclaim to a thousand shirts in a thousand blouses that "You're Good For Me" and whisper in their daydreams "Baby I Could Be So Good At Lovin' You" . . . when "I Want To Hear It From You" moves the transient senses to a longing state of doubt.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(singer Lou Rawls echoes the heart's pulse . . . arranger-conductor H.B. Barnum provides the sympathetic horns of joy, strings of anguish and winds of blue which come from a lovin' man . . . producer David Axelrod oversees that it comes out living)</span><br /><br />When it rolls downriver, time's eternity remains but the heart is outdistanced by the soul. It's the <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> of "Life Time" which takes you to "the highest mountain then brings you back down to earth" . . . way high from the "I'm Satisfied" satisfaction of painless good-times to the rung-out "Down Here on the Found" crimes from the time-beaten soul. It's "Ol' Man River" rolling North to South . . . there's the along-the-way ups-and-downs that sooner or even faster just empty into the Gulf and wait for one more ride.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(singer Lou Rawls whispers, bellows and talks plainly from a south-side soul that sings first-hand . . . arranger-conductor H.B. Barnum provides the flourishing horns of momentary triumph and the somber taps of defeat, the winds of searching and the gospel voices of hope . . . producer David Axelrod oversees that it all fits together and comes off real)</span><br /><br />J.S. Bach - He said it for yesterday's eternity.<br /><br />L. Rawls - Just as Bach counterpointed messages of meaning and beauty into imposing Masses and Passions, so it is today that Lou Rawls (with Barnum and Axelrod) counterbalances the naked ups-and-downs of passionate hearts and aching souls . . . so it is that Lou Rawls segues his vocal reflections into a shatteringly eloquent soul-suite of "Life Time," "Life Time Monologue" and "Ol' Man River," along with other songs that say.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(and that's how it is . . . it's just a matter of time and the "river of being" that is eternity)<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;">-Dan Davis<br /></div></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-44261184810136525852008-05-02T12:26:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:23:27.871-08:00Ayotunde Amtac Babtungi- Down Wid Apartheid (198?)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4UuLlHtr6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZWcs1Ca399Q/s1600-h/Ayotunde_Amtac_Babatungi-Down_Wid_Apartheid.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4UuLlHtr6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZWcs1Ca399Q/s320/Ayotunde_Amtac_Babatungi-Down_Wid_Apartheid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153576125073305506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Reva-revolution for African Liba-liberation!</span></span><br /></div><br />Hello there everyone. Sometimes you wake up in the morning and simply feel radical. Today was one of those days and in that spirit I decided to share something radical with my friends in cyberspace. This is something that I can pretty much guarantee you will never find elsewhere. Go ahead, <a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=ayotunde+amtac+babatungi&amp;btnG=Google+Search">put his name into Google</a>, and unless this single blog post changes things, you should come back with only one (that's right, 1) nonsensical entry. Unfortunately I don't know anything more about him either. I first picked this up because, hey, really, how often do you see dub poetry records in the bins?<br /><br />My interest was piqued further by the backing band....some of those names looked familiar. And on side B was a name I definitely recognized, <a href="http://www.roots-archives.com/artist/1413">Bongo Herman</a>, a great roots percussionist appearing with everyone from the Abyssinians to Yabby You. Check out the list. Some further research reveals that several other members of the group show up on the 80s Burning Spear albums.<br /><br />Needless to say, the sound is tight, and reminds me somewhat of the mid 80s Roots Radics lineup. The poetry is forceful. Each side versions into the version. Whether you like the digi riddims, the political poetry, or hate apartheid, you should download this one, dig?<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/82545351/Ayotunde_Amtac_Babatungi-Down_Wid_Apartheid.rar.html">Radical!</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><div style="text-align: right;">Rochester, N.Y.<br />August, 1986<br /><div style="text-align: left;">My Dear Brother, Ayotunde Amtac Babatungi:<br /><br /> What can I say! I am deeply moved by the ancestral power of your pen. It is important that your work be read before our people. Your poetry, like the music of your kinsman, Marley, is of power and prophetic.<br /><br /> Ah! My brother, how the pathos of Paul Lawrence Dunbar rings through your dialectical verses. Continue to illuminate our perpetual struggle in that our great and pitiable people will see their God; their aim and their destiny.<br /><br /> Your words of struggle teared my eyes and rekindled my spirit. There in the clouds, I see a whole host of witnesses: Lumumba, Coltrane, Kenyatta, Malcolm, Dubois, King and many thousands gone, including the smiling face of Marcus Garvey, beaming at your work.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">PAMOJA TUTASHINDA!<br /><br />Together we will win!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Talik Abdul Basheer, Ph. D.</div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Side A<br />DOWN WID APARTHEID</span><br />Poet- AYOTUNDE AMTAC BABATUNGI<br />Rhythm Guitar- ANTHONY BRADSHAW<br />Bass- DEVON BRADSHAW<br />Drums- NELSON MILLER<br />Keyboards- LENFORD RICHARDS<br />Lead Guitar- LENFORD RICHARDS<br />Synthesizer- ASHER<br />Percussions- ALVIN HAUGHTON<br />Congos- ANTHONY BRADSHAW and EVON "LANCE" COLEMAN<br />Backing Vocals- AYOTUNDE AMTAC BABATUNGI<br />Engineers- CHRISTOPHER DALEY and MERVYN WILLIAMS<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Side B<br />DEM AH SUFFAH TUH HELL</span><br />Poet- AYOTUNDE AMTAC BABATUNGI<br />Rhythm Guitar- ANTHONY BRADSHAW<br />Bass- DEVON BRADSHAW<br />Drums- CECIL HARDY<br />Keyboards- LENFORD RICHARDS<br />Lead Guitar- LENFORD RICHARDS<br />Synthesizer- ASHER<br />Percussions- ALVIN HAUGHTON<br />Congos- ANTHONY BRADSHAW, EVON "LANCE" COLEMAN and BONGO HERMAN<br />Backing Vocals- AYOTUNDE AMTAC BABATUNGI<br />Engineers- CHRISTOPHER DALEY and MERVYN WILLIAMS<br />Arrangements- ANTHONY BRADSHAW<br />Recorded and mixed at AQUARIUS STUDIO<br />PRODUCED BY AYOTUNDE AMTAC BABATUNGI<br />Photographer- LOUIS OUZER<br /><br /></div></div></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-82431833199618110812008-04-05T12:52:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:22:23.417-08:00"El Rerre de los Palacios"/Pepe Martinez- Misa Gitana (Gypsy Mass) (196?)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4KRRVHtr3I/AAAAAAAAABc/bNz4vOQx3e8/s1600-h/El_Rerre_de_los_Palacios-Misa_Gitana.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4KRRVHtr3I/AAAAAAAAABc/bNz4vOQx3e8/s320/El_Rerre_de_los_Palacios-Misa_Gitana.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152840650578571122" /></a><br />I'm not quite in time for the feast of the epiphany, but I figure the wise men are loafing around awestruck for a few days anyway, so this will give them (and you) something nice to listen to.<br /><br />Though consistently captivating I regret to say that the music of southern Spain is one of those things that I haven't yet put forth the effort to learn much about. For me it's still in the realm of things that sound strange and enthralling, and this record was one of those finds that was too good to pass up. Somber, reverent, and passionately intense throughout, with no other clues at all you can recognize this as religious music. In the liner notes I even detect an uneasiness with the fact that this particular music was likely religious before the conversion of Spanish gypsies to Islam, let alone Catholicism.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4KZzFHtr5I/AAAAAAAAABs/LhWyNZUsQGs/s1600-h/El_Rerre_de_los_Palacios-Grupo.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4KZzFHtr5I/AAAAAAAAABs/LhWyNZUsQGs/s320/El_Rerre_de_los_Palacios-Grupo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152850026492178322" /></a>A quick <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pepe_Martinez">wikipedia search</a> reveals that the guitarist (Pepe Martinez) was considered one of the finest of his generation, and his performance here does not disappoint. "Rerre de los Palacios," the cantaor here, recorded more than 40 albums, and wrote the lyrics to many of them himself. If you read Spanish you can check out his obituary <a href="http://www.elmundo.es/papel/2003/05/29/opinion/1405580.html">here</a>. The choir is great, and they're no slouches with the percussion either.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/82052083/El_Rerre_de_los_Palacios-Misa_Gitana.rar.html">Enjoy friends!</a><br /><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />Hymns in praise of God, Our Lord and Creator, have been composed in every language of the earth, yet the Divine Sacrifice of the Passion of Jesus Christ, revived for us every day upon the altar, has been interpreted according to a host of different styles, even within the same language. The map of Spain offers such a variety of traditional customs and contrasting features of pronunciation, that one could easily classify them into Masses reflecting the characteristics of each region, considering that the liturgical chants used in the different areas have their own particular intonation and cadence, although remaining perfectly orthodox in their basic form. In Andalusia, for example, we have the endless chain of Masses, celebrated from early on Whit Sunday morning in the Shrine of the Virgin del Rocio, in which each of the gypsy pilgrim brotherhoods plays a part, represented by its most genuine songs and "coplas", adorned with fervent twists of their own, which however extra-liturgical they may be, nevertheless express deep and sincere religious devotion. It was in fact this circumstance which led us to make a recording of the Andalusian Mass, here described as "Gypsy", precisely because authentic gypsy musicians and artists have been responsible for the integral execution of all its different parts. So long as we may be certain of having aroused the spiritual devotion of those for whom this makes it easier to come into contact with God and raised their minds to praise Our Creator, then it is more than sufficient reward for the efforts that went into the completion of this recording.<br /><br />Words: ANTONIO RODRIGUEZ-BUZON<br />Singer: "EL RERRE DE LOS PALACIOS"<br />Guitar: PEPE MARTINEZ<br />Choir: "VIRGEN DE LOS REYES DE SAN JUAN DE AZNALFARACHE"<br />Artistic Director: MAESTRO CISNEROS</span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-71751769157478347372008-03-25T14:42:00.000-07:002010-12-09T12:21:27.896-08:00Güito y Su Conjunto featuring the Al Gonzalez Trio- El Rumbon (196?)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4AIIlHtr0I/AAAAAAAAABE/VYd6V9VWQV8/s1600-h/G%C3%BCito_Y_Su_Conjunto-El_Rumbon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4AIIlHtr0I/AAAAAAAAABE/VYd6V9VWQV8/s320/G%C3%BCito_Y_Su_Conjunto-El_Rumbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152126917208289090" border="0" /></a><br />Hello my people. Today's offering is a real cooker. I can imagine my grandfather in '65 or so, nervous, navigating his way into a downtown record store and timidly asking the clerk if he had anything <span style="font-style: italic;">spicy</span> that would help him to practice his cha cha with the wife. Well my friend- this is just the thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4AKE1Htr1I/AAAAAAAAABM/Xuxtzplwrek/s1600-h/G%C3%BCito_Y_Su_Conjunto-Grupo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4AKE1Htr1I/AAAAAAAAABM/Xuxtzplwrek/s200/G%C3%BCito_Y_Su_Conjunto-Grupo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152129051807035218" border="0" /></a>Likely your salsa does not lack spice, or soul, or funk, because we are the lucky beneficiaries of a generation or two of hep cats separating the wheat from the chaff. This album, however, hearkens back to a time when most everything marketed towards the English-speaking market was drenched in cheese. This is one of those rare exceptions.<br /><br />First of all, the band is smoking. Everyone on this record is feeling it. Just listen to the percussion intro on <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tombola</span>, listen to how everyone switches things up midway through <span style="font-weight: bold;">No Me Molesto</span>, listen to the soulful vocal (and the satisfying lyrical twist) on <span style="font-weight: bold;">Intención Cobarde</span>. Don't get me started on the eponymous "jam session" <span style="font-weight: bold;">El Rumbon</span>. Timbales, congas, flutes, a güiro- and in case the standard Afro-Caribbean fare isn't enough for you- clarinets, barnyard animals, and a celesta! (or a clavichord? or some other kind of tiny piano?).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4AXMFHtr2I/AAAAAAAAABU/42WDmXU1LFw/s1600-h/G%C3%BCito_Y_Su_Conjunto-Autograph.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R4AXMFHtr2I/AAAAAAAAABU/42WDmXU1LFw/s200/G%C3%BCito_Y_Su_Conjunto-Autograph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152143470012247906" border="0" /></a>I'm not Margaret, but I wish I were, because I'm sure Mr. Gonzalez is a tender, rhythmic lover.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/123126648/Gueito_y_su_Conjunto-El_Rumbon.rar.html">Cha cha cha!</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />=========================================================<br /><br /><blockquote>[Original Liner Notes]</blockquote><br />There's something about free-wheeling music that grabs and tickles and thrills. Most often the joy comes from the sound and the sensitivity of musicians relating in <span style="font-weight: bold;">ad lib</span> fashion to eash others' messages and passages. It's the incredible pleasure that comes from a <span style="font-weight: bold;">RUMBON</span> (it was called a jam-session in jazz circles) where the fury of performance is unchecked. It's that kind of pleasure that comes from the combination of sounds and rhythms, melodies and tempos in this first album from Guito y Su Conjunto, featuring the Al Gonzalez Trio.<br /><br />There is a collection of new song and familiar one presented here. There is a wide variety of approach to each. The title song, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rumbon Session</span>, is a complete improvisation which happened during recording. It's all included here in its very natural result, unpolished, unstained, uninhibited. The musicians are anonymous.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granada</span> is performed here with a definite and simple beat. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Guantanamera</span> is played by the group in guajira tempo with a modern touch. Listen to <span style="font-weight: bold;">La Comadrita</span>. It is typical music from Puerto Rico and if you are ever down there you'll hear and see it performed at all the country dances. Add another happy sound. This one is called <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tombola</span>. It swings to a mixture of Latin and Rock rhythms.<br /><br />There are other songs and sounds and stirrings. There is a hum and buzz and brightness that reaches a fine standard of achievement. Guito's vocals and the pulsating beat behind him will keep you dancing.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">EL RUMBON</span>...he aquí una complilación de melodías, ritmos y sonidos a cargo de <span style="font-weight: bold;">Güito y su Conjunto</span> con el trio de Al Gonzalez. No dudamos que cada una de las selecciones musicales en éste álbum brindarán recuerdos pasados además de momentos alegres en el presente; melodias revestidas simple y diferentemente...una colección de antiguas pero bien conocidas canciones tales como <span style="font-weight: bold;">Guantanamera</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Granada</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vereda Tropical</span>, todas interpretadas en forma sencilla.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Güito y su Conjunto</span> demuestran su versatilidad al interpretar <span style="font-weight: bold;">EL RUMBON</span> por ser éste tema en el cual se destacan todos y cada uno de los miembros de esta agrupación en forma arrolladora y exitante.<br /><br />Lewdisc Internacional orgullosamente les invita a bailar con éste disco de larfa duración que llamamos...<span style="font-weight: bold;">EL RUMBON</span>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A RALPH SEIJO PRODUCTION</div style><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />LADO A<br />Guantanamera- 2:28<br />Granada (A. Lara)- 3:13<br />Como Se Baila- 2:52<br />Paisaje (A. Gonzalez)- 3:31<br />El Parrandero (A. Gonzalez)- 2:49<br />Tombola- 2:41<br /><br />LADO B<br />No Me Molestes- 3:20<br />Vereda Tropical (G. Curiel)- 2:36<br />Intención Cobarde (A. Gonzalez) Vocal: Alicia de Cordova- 3:32<br />La Comadrita (A. Gonzalez)- 2:59<br />El Rumbon (Ralph Seijo)- 5:00<br /><br /></div style></span>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4993467635433042538.post-32913863547235021272008-02-03T13:14:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:19:51.927-08:00Boyd McCoy- Got To Give A Little/1000 People (197?)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R31Qx1HtrvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s79FNw4mTKg/s1600-h/Boyd_McCoy-Got_To_Give_A_Little.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R31Qx1HtrvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s79FNw4mTKg/s320/Boyd_McCoy-Got_To_Give_A_Little.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151362365784960754" /></a><br /><br />Boyd McCoy seems to be somewhat legendary. Like the chimera, he may be a little too outlandish to have ever existed in the first place. I'm proud to say he hails from my hometown of Rochester, New York, though beyond that I can discover next to nothing about him. He's not in the phone book. The elitist record store guy downtown was embarrassed when I brought him up, and didn't know anything about him artistically or personally. I know he released a couple of LPs that Japanese and British dealers want stupid money for.<br /><br />That brings us to this ultra-rare offering- a chunky little nugget of white soul that has <span style="font-style:italic;">soul</span>. You'll hear. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R31TD1HtrwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0wTKfAT8oNA/s1600-h/Boyd_McCoy-Funky.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0NymM4eGBM/R31TD1HtrwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0wTKfAT8oNA/s200/Boyd_McCoy-Funky.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151364874045861634" /></a>Released on Funky Records (also of Rochester, and seemingly an imprint of Kama Sutra, which I think was an imprint of Buddha), these two sides have a lot working against them. Luckily, what they lack in polish, pitch, and native ability, everyone on this record makes up for with ass-kicking enthusiasm. Nobody on these tracks is giving less than 100 percent- not the drummer, not the back-up singers, not Mr. McCoy himself, and certainly not the fucking bassist. Oh aspiring musicians: This is the Way to make Music.<br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/81035163/Boyd_McCoy-45.rar.html">Enjoy!</a>Botched Surgeryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13661663131076267491noreply@blogger.com13